(Callaghan/Bidstrup). . I believe in give and take, I believe in right and wrong. I believe that there will come a day, when its all in the way you feel..
Up in the cross you could see them. Bathed in the food lights of the hot takeaways. The MC was an old soldier,. Yeah you would laugh but you couldn't understand a word that he said.
Sunday morning and it's 10 am, the last day of the weekend again. Mow the lawn and read the papers, the afternoon game will be on the set. Sunday breakfast and an hour at church, I think I'll have a beer with the boys at lunch.
Late nights, down the back streets, across the cobblestones we'd roam. and laughing through the bar haze we would wait for Dave to show.. Dave now, like his namesake, used to blow in on the breeze.
Lately baby you ain't been talking to me, was it something I've done. I ain't been sleeping and I ain't been dreaming, feel like I'm on the run. Every night I wait for you, It's not hard to understand why.
I think I hear the sounds of then,. And people talking,. The scenes recalled, by minute movement,. And songs they fall, from the backing tape.. That certain texture,that certain smell,.
(Bidstrup/Callaghan). . I hear you, in your car, in the driveway. I hear the crunch, of the keys in the door. . I hear the air rush in, so cold, this fright.
( Mark Callaghan). . A wholesome love is what she finds. Everywhere it plays on her mind. She sees it at the movies up on the screen. Doesn't understand that it's not what it seems.
Is it nature or nurture that makes me walk this way?. Is it you or is it me that's saying the things I say?. You say you're looking at me but all I see is you.
(Robert James). . I can feel the earth for the first time since my birth. I can feel it through the holes in my old walking shoes. Don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I've been.
Sick and tired every day, they make me mad and it's always the same. Yapping at me here, yapping at me there, noisy people everywhere. Noisy talking, Oh Yeah they're noisy talking.
When I see you, when I see the things you do. When I hear you, when I hear the things you say. I wonder what I'm doing here. Hanging on to what I know is going wrong.
The luck of the Irish borne of ages past. Has spawned a cruel history, lets hope that luck don't last. It came with the longships and from across the Irish sea.
When he started out it seemed that the road was filled with dreams for him to tread. But he's older now he's found things ain't so well planned, and he's changed instead.
(G.Bidstrup/M.Callaghan). . What would happen if your heart stopped working?. What would happen if you couldn't see the sun?. Would you even be concerned about the.
Sometimes you know I hear you crying in the night. Your sobbing sounds so lonely, don't worry It'll be alright. I know you're dreaming, I know you're lost in a world that's fake.
There's got to be a first time, well everything starts that way. And it can come when you least expect it - a lifetime starts in a day. You know that I won't hesitate and I won't shy away.
No my eyes ain't silver. No, no my eyes ain't blue. When your well it ain't got no water. I don't hate you I pity you. . On a saigon night in God's sky.
(G.Stapleton). . I keep a picture of you on my wall. Exactly why it's there I can't recall. I think I keep it to remind myself. . That what we had was never very clear.